I Found Myself in Europe

When Lin Shen opened his eyes, he found that he was sixteen years old again. In his last life, he lived to be twenty-eight, and was indeed banned for life for match-fixing. He eventually died of an overdose of alcohol on the floor of his apartment. There were thirteen missed calls in his cell phone, and his draft box contained unsent messages: "Mom, I may not be able to come back." He was once very close to the top - he was selected by the Eredivisie youth training at the age of 18, and returned to China at the age of 20 to lead the team to the top. But he regarded his talent as a deposit that could never be spent. He ran perfunctorily, avoided confrontation, did not learn the language, did not read the contract, and could not understand people's hearts. Step by step, he kicked himself into the quagmire of match-fixing. He didn't know that there was a cliff behind the shortcut, and when he saw it clearly, there was no turning back. When he opened his eyes again and returned to the age of sixteen, he had twenty-one dark gray scales on his legs that only he could see. This was the embodiment of all the mistakes in his previous life. There were no shortcuts or tips this time. He could only correct his mistakes step by step and pay back the past. At the age of nineteen, he entered the Bundesliga, and at the age of twenty-one, he entered the Premier League. In six years, his scales have faded. At the age of twenty-eight, he is already the core midfielder of the Premier League giants, the captain of the national team, and one of the historical midfielders in Asia. The system has also disappeared, but the road he gritted his teeth in those years, the confrontations he endured, and the moment he put a towel on his face in the locker room and stood up again, have been engraved in his bones. Finally, he returned to his old club that pushed him into the abyss of match-fixing. This time he did not return as a player, but used his savings to buy a team that was on the verge of collapse. This time he stood in front of it, holding a clean choice in his hand. The iron frame bed is still there, and the light at the end of the corridor is still there. He walked in, and it didn't go the same way he had.